"The red clouds are flying over the western mountains at sunset, the soldiers are returning from target practice, the red flowers on their chests reflect the colorful clouds, and happy songs are flying all over the sky!"
The sunset ended, and the red sun in the distance fell behind the horizon.
A large truck drove across the vast land, illuminated by the afterglow with extra warmth.
This large truck should be filled with greenhouse strawberries from the production base to supply the big shots in City 22, but at this time, the truck was packed with more than thirty people.
The car was crowded, but the singer was very happy.
Someone opened the glass window between the truck and the cab and asked: "Lao Luo, please explain to us. Is our trip to City No. 22 an arrangement of our parents? Are our parents in City No. 22?"
Parents are the biggest secret in the parent-teacher association and the person that all family members want to worship most.
Of course, this also has something to do with Luo Wanya. As the only black family member in the parent-teacher association, he has never been proud of himself. All the credit for correct decisions has been given to that "parent".
Moreover, when the parent-teacher association helps each other and helps the poor out of poverty, they always use the name of "parents".
Therefore, in today's parent-teacher conference, that parent has a transcendent status...
It’s just that until now, no one seems to have seen it.
At present, there is rapid exchange of information between the outside world and the inner world. Luo Wanya's identity as a member of Bai Ri can no longer be hidden from the core members of the Parents' Association. After all, the two big figures of Hengshe, Hu Xiaoniu and Zhang Tianzhen, also helped the Parents' Association.
A lot of work.
Therefore, the family members also speculated that the parent might be the mysterious Bai Ribo boss.
In recent days, news about the destruction of the A02 base during the day and the killing of the chosen person of the Gods has spread all over the sky, and the family members are also proud of it.
Whenever the Jin family members think that their parents may be Bai Ribo’s boss, and even someone like Inspector Qingchen is a family member, they get excited!
The future of parent-teacher conferences is bright!
At this moment, someone mentioned the parent, and everyone became more interested: "Lao Luo, is the parent in city No. 22? Can we see him?"
"Of course not," Luo Wanya explained: "He has more important things to do. Don't ask about his identity. After all, you also know that he is in danger now."
"Yes, yes, you can't ask!" The young people nodded: "What if one of us is caught by the gods and cannot withstand the interrogation."
Someone laughed and scolded: "Can't you be a bit promising and withstand the interrogation!"
Luo Wanya, who was sitting in the passenger seat, laughed happily and said: "The cruelty of the interrogation is beyond your imagination. This time we come to City 22 to expand the territory for the parents' association. When the matter is completed, you can all be upgraded to a golden family
When the time comes, you will be on your own in City 22."
As soon as he finished speaking, the young people in the cargo box became even more cheerful.
These are all good seedlings selected by Luo Wanya from the parent-teacher association. They are quick to practice and correct, straightforward and decisive in doing things. They have strength, brains, cohesion, and common beliefs. They are suitable for expanding territories.
Luo Wanya explained: "When I bring you to the north this time, I must first emphasize one thing, and that is discipline. Don't just sing and chat. Later, each of you will recite the disciplinary code to me, do you hear me?"
The young people suddenly wilted: "I know..."
Luo Wanya said earnestly: "You must understand the importance of discipline. We are all people who have been persecuted by the consortium. If we do whatever we want, what is the difference between us and those consortiums? Remember, follow the command in all actions and no harm is allowed.
and innocent."
"knew!"
When the truck arrived at City No. 22 and passed through the Exit-Entry Administration Bureau, Luo Wanya directly let the truck take the express lane of the consortium.
Logically speaking, this kind of truck does not have permission to use the express lane.
But when the vehicle passed through the city gate, Luo Wanya made eye contact with an official from the Exit-Entry Administration Bureau, and waved to let him go.
"Is that a family member just now?" someone asked curiously.
Luo Wanya nodded: "He has just arrived in City No. 22. He spent a lot of money for this transfer order, which can be regarded as a contribution to the Parents' Association."
The young people had looks of admiration on their faces.
Luo Wanya looked at City No. 22 curiously. The urban style here was different from other places.
The sign on the road actually states that if a vehicle encounters a vehicle belonging to the Kamishiro, Takahashi, Takeda and other families, it must give way.
The no-smoking signs on the roadside also say that non-upper castes are not allowed to smoke on the streets.
This is the caste system implemented in the north by the Gods.
"I heard that in the north, people from high castes and low castes are not allowed to intermarry. Is this true?" someone asked curiously.
"Well, it's true. It's said to ensure the purity of the bloodline."
Luo Wanya sneered: "The last time I heard the word bloodline, it was used for dogs. Okay, we are almost there, ready to work. Remember, do the work beautifully."
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"Brother, you've been here for two days, what are you thinking about?"
A young man whose arms had been replaced with mechanical limbs looked at Zhang Qinghuan who was in a daze opposite: "Brother, if you are bored, let's go out and kill people."
Ever since they picked up the goods from the steam train, the club boss has been lying in the executive chair in the office, wondering what he was thinking about writing.
The office is equipped with fashionable electronically controlled glass, which displays simulated drizzle. The sound of pattering rain floats into the ears, as if they are not in a high-rise building with dozens of floors, but in a small suburban area.
Inside the wooden house, outside there are blue bricks beaten by the drizzle.
Zhang Qinghuan was wearing an ill-fitting suit and was holding a string of beads in his hand.
He said a little impatiently: "I am thinking about the development prospects of the organization. Don't disturb me. There is no beauty in killing people all day long!"
This small club owner based in cities 22 and 23 still has some ambitions and cultural heritage.
Most of the club members come from the slums of the Lower Three Districts. There is no nine-year compulsory education in the Federation. Many people drop out of elementary school early and don't even know a few words and can't read newspapers.
However, this Zhang Qinghuan is determined to be an educated club owner.
He taught himself to read and read news reports from Hope Media on the Internet every day.
For team building in other clubs, they always go to the red light streets in the fourth district to find girls.
His team building is to lead the club members to sing a chorus.
Even if some members quit the club in shame because of this, he doesn't care too much.
Of course, this is doomed...his society will not have any great future.
The reason why Zhang Qinghuan sells mechanical limbs is brand new and not stolen from others.
It is because the fighting power of their community is so weak that when they were at their poorest, they even worked as thugs in nursing homes.
In fact, his business was not a heinous business at all, and it did not require steam trains at all.
Zhang Qinghuan's club uses steam trains just because it's cool to use steam trains...
At this moment.
Club members may not know who the people on the steam train are yet, but Zhang Qinghuan does.
That is the most popular Qing family figure in the Federation today, and with this Qing family figure are the Qing and Li intelligence personnel who escaped from the A02 base.
Zhang Qinghuan remembered clearly that Qingchen said someone would come looking for him, so would this be a good opportunity for the club to rise to the top?
Compared to a small person like him, the boy on the steam train was a god-like figure.
"Brother, it's not good, someone is calling!" A young man ran in hastily.
Zhang Qinghuan immediately sat up straight and took out his pistol from the drawer: "Who? Blackwater Society or Viper?"
"No, I've never seen it before!" the young man shouted: "It's too scary. There are more than thirty of them, and they all seem to be genetic warriors! They are still very high-level ones. I feel that there must be two cs among them.
class!"
"What the hell are you talking about? Which society can raise more than thirty genetic warriors?" Zhang Qinghuan scolded angrily.
Moreover, C-level genetic warriors, unless they belong to a large society like Hengshe, will be boss-level figures wherever they are placed!
Outside the office, the wails of the club brothers could be heard, as well as the gasps of the brothers after their throats were cut.
Zhang Qinghuan's eyes were about to burst.
However, at this moment, the glass of their office on the 89th floor was suddenly broken, and someone from outside jumped into the office along the rope.
Zhang Qinghuan was scared to death. What kind of club is this? Is the club so professional? Dare you jump down a rope from a 100-story building and run for the attack?!
Wait, the opponent’s chest is embroidered with the Snow Mountain logo of the Jindai Foundation!
Why would a small community like myself attract such a behemoth as God's Generation?
Before Zhang Qinghuan could react, he was knocked unconscious.
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I don't know how long it took, but Zhang Qinghuan slowly opened his eyes, and there was darkness in front of him.
The owner of the small club shed tears when he thought about the tragic death of his brothers.
In the darkness, someone sat opposite him and asked calmly: "What is your relationship with Qingchen?"
Zhang Qinghuan was stunned for a moment: "What Qingchen? What are you talking about? I am just a smuggler of mechanical limbs, how can I have anything to do with the Qing family?"
The person opposite sneered: "If it doesn't matter, why would you provide him with supplies? Let me remind you, it's New Year's goods."
"It's unjust, it must be the Blackwater Society who slandered me," Zhang Qinghuan said in tears, "My goods were seized, and I exchanged them with New Year's goods!"
Only then did Zhang Qinghuan know why these people came.
Yes, since it has something to do with Inspector Qingchen, it is reasonable to have more than thirty genetic warriors.
"Oh? Really," the person opposite sat in the darkness: "I heard that you want to join them. Inspector Qingchen also said that he will send someone to find you. Is that true?"
Zhang Qinghuan kept silent.
The person opposite sneered: "Give you a chance to survive. When his people come to find you, you will work as an undercover agent for us..."
Zhang Qinghuan was silent for a moment: "When I told Inspector Qingchen that I wanted to join, there was no one around me. So you must have been sent by him."
Silent in the darkness, Zhang Qinghuan managed to maintain a calm mind despite the extreme pressure.
But I heard Zhang Qinghuan continue: "You may want to test me, and then use me to do things, use this society as your shell, and drive your nails in the north. If it were before, I would be very happy, but now my
Brothers are dead. This makes me realize that you are actually no different from anyone else. I won’t do anything for you, so just kill me.”
The more Zhang Qinghuan talked, the angrier he became.
Laughter came from the darkness of the prison: "It's a bit interesting, what do you think?"
Someone said with a smile: "It's a bit interesting, quite classy, a bit sexy, and a bit smart."